Song of Solomon 5:4–6
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4My beloved put in his hand by sthe hole of the door,
And tmy bowels were moved for him.
5I rose up to open to my beloved;
And my hands dropped with myrrh,
And my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh,
Upon the handles of the lock.
6I opened to my beloved;
But my beloved had uwithdrawn himself, and was gone:
My soul failed wwhen he spake:
xI sought him, but I could not find him;
yI called him, but he gave me no answer.
Cross references
- sRather as Ezek. 8. 7.
- tJer. 31. 20.
- uJer. 31. 22 (Heb.) only.
- wComp. ver. 2.
- xch. 3. 1.
- yProv. 1. 28.
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ESVEnglish Standard Version
My beloved put his hand to the latch,
and my heart was thrilled within me.
I arose to open to my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved,
but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul failed me when he spoke.
I sought him, but found him not;
I called him, but he gave no answer.
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NIVNew International Version (2011)
My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
my heart began to pound for him.
I arose to open for my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
I opened for my beloved,
but my beloved had left; he was gone.
My heart sank at his departure.
I looked for him but did not find him.
I called him but he did not answer.
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CSBChristian Standard Bible
My love thrust his hand through the opening,
and my feelings were stirred for him.
I rose to open for my love.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh
on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my love,
but my love had turned and gone away.
My heart sank because he had left.
I sought him, but did not find him.
I called him, but he did not answer.
Copyright 2017 Holman Bible Publishers
NLTNew Living Translation
My lover tried to unlatch the door,
and my heart thrilled within me.
I jumped up to open the door for my love,
and my hands dripped with perfume.
My fingers dripped with lovely myrrh
as I pulled back the bolt.
I opened to my lover,
but he was gone!
My heart sank.
I searched for him
but could not find him anywhere.
I called to him,
but there was no reply.
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers. All rights reserved.
LEBThe Lexham English Bible
My beloved thrust his hand into the opening,
and my inmost yearned for him.
I myself arose to open to my beloved;
my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh
upon the handles of the bolt.
I opened myself to my beloved,
but my beloved had turned and gone;
my heart sank when he turned away.
I sought him, but I did not find him;
I called him, but he did not answer me.
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KJV 1900King James Version
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
And my bowels were moved for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved;
And my hands dropped with myrrh,
And my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh,
Upon the handles of the lock.
I opened to my beloved;
But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone:
My soul failed when he spake:
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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